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A Note On An Utopian Revolution

Wealth does not consist of a great many possessions but of great heart. Money and fame are nothing but the blood of wasted feasts while the pure skies are filled with love and truth. Find your eternity in each moment like a lion into the dreams of your imagination. The heavens look down upon us and sigh..we are spiritually dying and worse some of us are dead.

When men are ready and willing to shake their chains and fall into the crown of glory the government will be a government that does not govern at all but stand in freedom and give the people a wiser voice echoing liberty.

The oppressed must stand arm in arm with love as our God and Earth our mighty mother. And we being the oppressed must choose who governs us and represses us every few years and this the foundation of an apathetic society.

The power of the people goes from sea to sea and whispers upon the shores of many and the many are disconnected from their natural liberty and too few have the courage to take such a thing. So, with such thinking we are bound to the cages of the mind where the ego intelligence is praised and greed is king and the intelligence of the heart is spat upon and unity is considered a myth.

Men as machines and their bodies are but modes of slavery living in quiet desperation.

“The ways by which you may get money almost without exception lead downward. To have done anything by which you earned money merely is to have been truly idle or worse. If the laborer gets no more than the wages which his employer pays him, he is cheated, he cheats himself. If you would get money as a writer or lecturer, you must be popular, which is to go down perpendicularly. Those services which the community will most readily pay for, it is most disagreeable to render. You are paid for being something less than a man. The State does not commonly reward a genius any more wisely.Even the poet laureate would rather not have to celebrate the accidents of royalty. He must be bribed with a pipe of wine; and perhaps another poet is called away from his muse to gauge that very pipe.”

We must rise to the vibrations of love and the glorious state and regard individual unity as the basis of the empire and rise as one from the slumber of sleep and stand together at the gates of paradise.

So I was talking to this Cow in his field telepathically through my abstracted vibrational mind and the illusion grew wings and took flight out into the universe and we explored the bright stars and the heavenly pure silence that is God's love together and spoke in moments at a time and the sun never set and it never rose and every now and then the light tricked us back to reality and death lead to immortality and love lead everywhere.dannymetcalfe88@hotmail.co.uk